*appalling
*appalling
I want Closer by Nine Inch Nails at my wedding.
It’s my parenting mantra. Kid’s being an asshole 3 year old? This too shall pass. Kid shits his/her pants and laughs about it? This too shall pass. Kid makes hobby of running into traffic/large crowds/insert dangerous thing here? This too shall pass.
Here’s the thing about all of the baby books out there: They’re mostly crap. Not that it’s all bad advice, but you are consuming advice about how to deal with a tiny person you haven’t even met yet. Your child may be a great sleeper and a terrible eater. They may get the worst diaper rash that only disposable diapers…
I love how republicans tell the rest of us to grow up, but then they take time out of their super important jobs to weight in on a college election that doesn’t really matter.
OH THANK GOD they brought Chiwetel Ejiofor back. If Keira ditches him for that schmuck I will kick things.
The Art of the Deely
How Not to Add an Additional “Child” to Mother After You Become a Mother By Requiring Your Husband to Act Like a Grown-Ass Man
There are a number of concerns, but the most obvious one is if the Russians were behind the hacking efforts that led to the release of DNC and Clinton campaign emails. There may also be information from those or other sources that was leaked to the Trump campaign.
They all hang out near my bedroom windows when I’m trying to sleep. Every single one of them (I think).
The situation, sure. But people exploiting those loopholes? No. It’s not their fault - even if they bribed (excuse me, lobbied) the people in a position to put those loopholes in place, the fault falls squarely on the legislative arm accountable for creating, approving, and enforcing those loopholes.
The article does point this out and so does Johnston’s interview. I recommend checking out Perfectly Legal, too, for anyone interested. It’s a very non-partisan take on the history of how the tax system has gotten so messy and favorable to the super wealthy.
Just implement a flat tax already and be done with it.
Instructions unclear, accidentally poked myself in the eye.
I’m incredibly old, and I remember well that my friends and I watched American Bandstand religiously (mostly on my best friend’s TV, which was a huge, clumsy, black-and-white cabinet set, an RCA if I’m remembering correctly—this was back in the day, when TV stations signed off late at night and came back on with the…
In Toronto, men who work in finance are literally the worst. Not because of their attitudes but rather that you can smell their sense of inadequacy from a mile away. They want you to be impressed so much. It’s sad and it’s often made worse by their consumption of copious amounts of liquor/coke.
Oh my god, when the mom reached in to close the door I fucking lost it.
holy shit i’m going to get one that says HAAAANH
Now I want to get the name Dan tattooed on my neck because fuck Dan.